Recently I had a conversation with a friend. Her oldest child was adopted as a baby by her husband and would soon celebrate a birthday. She wondered when she should let her child know about the adoption. Continue reading
Someday, I plan on writing a ‘how-to’ book for serving in the Young Women organization. I served in the ward Young Women presidency just over 4.5 years. That’s a drop in the bucket really. There are some women who have served in the Young Women organization for over 20 years. Compared with them, I’d still be considered a rookie. A newbie. So what advice could I possibly have to offer?
This is the third and final installment of my advice to my children. You know, the ones I don’t have. But this is what I would tell my child if I had one to bore to death.
You’re a good kid. You’re also my kid with my genes flowing through you. As much as you don’t want it to be, I’m sorry to say, you’re going to have some of my attributes. It’s inevitable that you will act like me in some matters. Sorry I didn’t give you more to work with.
This is the second letter of advice to my phantom child. Sound weird? I’ve done weirder things than dole out counsel to a phantom child. Sad, yes, but true. So, this is the talk I’ve never been able to have with my 14 year old child – who doesn’t exist.
According to my Great Life Plan I drew up during my naïve teenage years, my oldest child would have been about 15 this year. But, plans don’t always work out. I will never get a chance to dispense my indispensable advice to any inattentive teen. In my upmost humble opinion, I have some pretty good guidance that’s just sitting in a metaphoric attic gathering dust.